Do you wander why they crowded mind sleeps on the balery
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Do you wander how they would pack up makes a hun in the tree
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Do you hear the sound, the huk toller makes
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From the flotest land, I chock being float and sure be tode
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From the tode tree, the end of free bicho wide
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Uuh the flowers in the garden
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Uuh the chuers in the sea
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What a joy the baby now crasting
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From the black bush, from the black bush
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Do you wander how the chep mug mugs
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From the storm to storm
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Do you wander how the buzy green been hurt in my '
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Have you heard 'all the west and crip
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My deep racking from the come and go
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And the melt so sweet
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Uuh the flowers in the garden
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Uuh the chuers in the sea
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What a joy the baby now crasting
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From the black bush
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Uuh the flowers in the garden
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Uuh the chuers in the sea
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What a joy the baby now crasting
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From the black bush, from the black bush
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